Something To Do With My Hands-Her Space Holiday

Something To Do With My Hands

时间:2003-09-30

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Something To Do With My Hands - Her Space Holiday

You know it kills me

To see such a pretty girl so tired

You've got your mother's cheekbones

And your father's crooked smile

Forget all those places

That you've never really been

And all those situations

You somehow found yourself in

Let your body sink into me

Like your favorite memory

Like a line of poetry

Or a facking fit of honesty

I'll do my best to keep you

Keep you sleepy as the south

With my old watch on your wrist

And my thumbs inside your mouth

Suck on my fingertips until

You kill all my prints

So your boyfriend has no clue

Of how much I've been touching you

My problem with me is my problem with you

It doesn't take much

For me to come unglued

I put my headphones on

And hear your favorite songs

And it kills me to know

That this won't be one of them

You know it saves me to think

Even for a little while

I owned the set of shoulders

That you came to rely on

Like in that movie theater

When you whispered in my ear

I almost didn't make it

This has been my hardest year

Your job is killing you faster

Than a cancer could

So now you're giving up like

They always said you would

You've got that old map out now

And you found the farthest town

You hope that if you're lucky this

Is where you'll settle down

I don't care where you move

I don't care if it's far

All that I ask is that

I know where you are

In case our timing is right

In case you need more from me

Than a bit of advice

Or a tongue full of sympathy

You know it kills me to see

Such a pretty girl so tired

You've got your mother's cheekbones and

Your father's crooked smile

Forget all those places that you've never really been

And all those situations

You somehow found yourself in

Let your body sink into me

Like your favorite memory

Like a line of poetry

Or a f**king fit of honesty

I'll do my best to keep you

Keep you sleepy as the south

With my old watch on your wrist

And my thumbs inside your mouth

Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints

So your boyfriend has no clue

Of how much I've been touching you

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